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“Well, the war has at last begun”

Posted on April 21, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2595.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 217-30] [Vailima,] Saturday, 24th (?) June [1893] My … Continue reading →

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“At the lip of a plateau, I suppose the top of Vaea mountain”

Posted on September 5, 2021 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2378.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 378-92] [Vailima] Tuesday [15] Dec. 1891 Sir, I have the … Continue reading →

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“And then I knew for sure that they were all children in a fairy-story”

Posted on July 14, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2129.] To Thomas Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 91-4] Tautira, Island of Taiti [? 18 December 1888] Dear Tomarcher, This is a pretty state of things! seven … Continue reading →

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“A man who talks, not one who sings”

Posted on June 23, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1950.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 28-31] Saranac Lake, Adirondack Mountains, New York, U.S.A., November … Continue reading →

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We have a wonderful fair wood-music round this Solitude of ours

Posted on March 16, 2016 by mafalda

Soon after the date of the following letter, Miss Ferrier (born in Edinburgh in 1844) went out to Hyères and stayed with her friends through the trying weeks which followed. Her brother Walter, one of RLS’s oldest and most intimate … Continue reading →

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

Posted on March 2, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1232.] To William Ernest Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 145-147] La Solitude, Hyères [c. 13 March 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

Posted on November 6, 2015 by mafalda

‘Tushery’ had been a name in use between RLS and Henley for romances of the Ivanhoe type. He now applies it to his own tale of the Wars of the Roses, The Black Arrow, written for Young Folks. RLS began … Continue reading →

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… the women (God bless them!)…

Posted on April 10, 2015 by mafalda

RLS got one more testimonial for his candidature to the Edinburgh History Chair from his friend Philip Gilbert Hamerton, English artist, art critic and author. Hamerton had been an unsuccessful candidate for the Professorship of Fine Art at Edinburgh University. … Continue reading →

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A man of my peculiar cut… into an Alpine valley shut

Posted on February 17, 2015 by mafalda

Addressed by way of thanks to a friend at Cambridge, Albert George Dew-Smith, who had sent RLS a present of a box of cigarettes. Dew-Smith, a man of fine artistic tastes and mechanical genius, with a silken, somewhat foreign urbanity … Continue reading →

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Not Kamschatka this trip, only the top of the Alps

Posted on February 14, 2015 by mafalda

RLS, Fanny and her son Lloyd left Edinburgh for London on 7 October 1880: here Dr. Andrew Clark confirmed the advice already given by Dr. George Balfour that he should spend the winter in the High Alps. They travelled by … Continue reading →

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“Well, the war has at last begun”

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“At the lip of a plateau, I suppose the top of Vaea mountain”

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“And then I knew for sure that they were all children in a fairy-story”

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“A man who talks, not one who sings”

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We have a wonderful fair wood-music round this Solitude of ours

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

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… the women (God bless them!)…

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A man of my peculiar cut… into an Alpine valley shut

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Not Kamschatka this trip, only the top of the Alps

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